Sixpence Chapter 1: Comatose: More that a word, a spyro the dragon fanfic

Authors note: Sup guys, this is my first spyro story, so no flames. i will take cunstructive critisism though. please help me make my story better.

Sixpence

Spyro was passed out on his bed; his face buried in his forearms. Drool was pouring out of his gaping mouth like a waterfall, and his snoring could have easily woken the entire temple. It had been six whole days since he had defeated Malefor-almost seven, since the sun was beginning to set; Six days since the Dark Master had arrived at his final resting place. Spyro could now live a normal teenage dragon's life in his now peaceful world; a world no longer living in constant fear. Sparx flew into his adopted brother's room, and grinned at the sight.

"Now if that isn't the cutest…" he shook his head and slapped himself, "Sparx, get it together, man, he has been asleep for six full days. He hasn't even gotten up to eat." Sparx looked down again and Spyro snorted and gulped down a mouthful of saliva before he continued to snore. His bed was now saturated with his spit, and Sparx left again, "I guess I have to tell Volteer he hasn't waken up yet…again" He brought his palm to his forehead and slid it down his face-stretching it. This always took a long time, what with Volteer always going on and on about how he worried about the purple dragon. This went on for hours on end and every time Sparx tried to leave, Volteer would tell him "Sparx, no, you need to hear this." He looked into the room where Volteer was staring contently at a bare bit of wall, And yelled, "Hey Volteer, I've got good news and bad news."

The electric dragon shook his head and looked at the golden dragonfly, "What is the enjoyable information?"

"Spyro hasn't woken up yet."

"How can that possibly be good news? It is preposterous, ridiculous, outrageous..."

"I GET IT," Sparx yelled, "The bad news is that Spyro is snoring so loud that even though he has been catching Z's for six days I have been losing Z's for six days."

"I see." Volteer started, but soon realized that Sparx had gone. He shrugged and continued to look at the same spot on his wall. Sparx was flying as far away from his room as possible. He looked back to see if Volteer was following him, but ended up running into Cynder. He fell to the floor and shook his head, then screamed when he was met with a vengeful glare from the black she-dragon.

"Sparx, you are so lucky you are Spyro's 'brother' or I would have taken your head off," Cynder said with disdain in her already "persuading" voice, "speaking of Spyro, where is he? I haven't seen him since our battle with Malefor."

"He is still asleep." Sparx said with a hint of fear in his voice.

"Still?"

"Yeah, he has been asleep for six days now," Sparx replied as he backed away from Cynder…slowly, "haven't you noticed?"

"I noticed he was missing, but I figured the Guardians just sent him on another mission," She shrugged and continued past Sparx, calling back, "When he finally gets up, tell him to look for me, I have something to ask him."

Sparx pondered this for a moment but then his eyes went wide when he guessed what it was, she is going to ask him if he loves her, he realized-sort of- and shuddered at the thought, I swear to god, if they get all "lovey-dovey" around me I'm going to hurl.

Cynder was walking back to her room, thinking about a certain purple dragon that had saved her so many times. She loved him but there was something uneasy about his presence. Every time she tried to tell him she would trip over her own words,-or she just pushed it aside like it was nothing. She wanted to reveal her feelings but she was unsure about how to go about it. What if he doesn't like me back? What if he doesn't even want to be friends? What if-

"Cynder," Cyril said gently-or as gently as you can get with his voice-, "I will just need to warn you that your classmates will be here early tomorrow, and they are…well informed…about…what happened."

"I should be fine." Cynder said calmly; even though she was worried on the inside. What if they don't like me? What if I end up without friends? What if Spyro never wakes up? What if-

"Well… good night then," Cyril said, He then spun on his heels and walked away from Cynder

The black dragoness nodded and continued to try to answer the torrent of questions, and scenarios in her mind. Her thoughts became sidetracked, and before she knew it, she entered her room. She was still amazed at the craftsmanship-even though she had been using it for six days. The floors were wooden but, polished to the point of rivaling a diamond's sheen. It was mostly open space, due to the fact that she had not personalized it-yet-, but it was still amazing. She was about to just fly to her bed and collapse on it-even if it was just to stop the maelstrom of inquiries swirling in her head. Great, I have been spending way to much time within earshot of Volteer. Cynder began to close her eyes, but she heard something. Not bad but more melodic. It was…music?

She stuck her head out of her room and walked down the hall in the direction of the foreign music she heard. It wasn't a flute or anything of that matter but it was still soothing, somewhat intoxicating. The music became louder but still remained fairly quiet-stopping periodically, before starting over. She stopped next to an open door-about two rooms down from hers and on the opposite side-, and pressed herself against the wall. Wait…this is Spyro's room, she realized and slowly brought her head around to look inside. Spyro had his back to her, looking out of the window; watching the golden-orange rays of the setting sun that shone on his scales, and gave him a silhouette look to Cynder.

He was standing on his hind legs and had a strange, red object strapped around his shoulder, with six metal, prong-like things on a dragon-head-shaped portion. This was attached to a long, skinny, part-that Spyro held with his left hand, which was attached to the main bulk of the instrument. Spyro was positioning his claws on his left paw every once in a while, while moving his other paw up and down rhythmically.

She then noticed that Spyro was not only playing this instrument but he was also-believe it or not- singing. To Cynder, his voice was like a calm, crystal-clear, stream, flowing through the mountains. She reached in a little more as Spyro neglected to notice the black dragoness that began to enter. She than brought her entire body into Spyro's room and sat on her haunches to listen intently to Spyro's song.

Spyro hit a sour note, and groaned dark purple-almost black-blotches appearing on his body, "Come on," he yelled, "Why can't I get this?" He took a couple deep breaths, and the marks faded. He then began to play again. It was a different song then Cynder had heard but, she kept quiet. She figured he just given up the harder song. Spyro began to strum again, but his strums were more syncopated this time around. Cynder only knew because Spyro was keeping time with his right foot. He did one final strum before he began to sing again

"Hello…is there anybody out there?"

"I'm alone…anybody there?" Spyro began to strum-once again syncopated.

"Everywhere around the world"

"Everybody's waiting for someday"

"Calling out around the wor-" Spyro cursed as his instrument played another sour note. He ripped it off of his shoulder and stomped over to his bed where he kneeled down and pushed it under. He stood up and turned. He gasped and stumbled back when he saw Cynder's sapphire eyes, staring at him with confusion. A slight hint of fear radiated.

"Cy-Cynder?" he stammered, "h-how long have y-you b-been sitting t-there?" She continued to stare at him, "What?"

"Spyro, how long have you been able to…do what you just did?"

"I've been able to sing since I was born, but I've know how to play the guitar for…I don't know, a few years maybe. Just please don't tell anyone, especially the guardians."

"Why?" She asked innocently, "you were great. Why ever would you hide your talent?"

"Because, I don't know how they will react," his words were shaken, "I never told anyone about this, nobody except my old band members. I even made sure that our gigs were far away from anyone that knew me. Plus before every show I made sure my scales were dulled, so as word wouldn't get around about a certain 'purple dragon' being in a band."

"I still don't understand why you need to hide anymore;" Cynder said comfortingly, "life is different now. We are even starting school tomorrow."

"I guess…you are right," Spyro said with a smile, "as always." Cynder stood and walked toward Spyro,

"So, you faked sleeping for six whole days just so you could play your…guitar, right, in peace."

"Wait…I was asleep for six whole days?" Spyro asked in shock. He suddenly began to feel dizzy, and his vision blurred. He heard Cynder's muffled voice calling his name, as he collapsed.

"Dang it!" Cynder yelled, "he had to feint right as I was about to make my move……Wait, what?" She was surprised at the comment that just escaped her mouth. She looked around frantically, hoping nobody heard her, and then stared at the passed out dragon on the floor. She lowered her head and, surprisingly, was able to lift Spyro off the floor. She placed him on his bed with utmost care, but nearly feinted, herself, when his scent entered her nostrils. She closed her eyes and savored it, taking another deep breath through her nose. She couldn't place the smell, but she enjoyed it nonetheless. She felt her snout moving closer and closer to his body, but she couldn't help herself. It wasn't long before she rested her head on the back of the purple dragon's neck. She shook her head-regaining composure-and rushed out of the door. What is wrong with me? She thought, am I starting to…grow attracted to him?

She quickly rushed into her room, closing the door behind her and locking it. She moved to the bed, and crawled into it. "Sweet dreams, Spyro" she said with eyes closed and a wide smile on her face, "I can tell that the next few weeks are going to be fun-UGH- I have got to stop doing that." She then closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

The next day Cynder awoke with a start as someone banged on her door, "CYNDER," it was Sparx, "GET UP; YOU NEED TO MEET YOUR NEW CLASSMATES…….NOW!!" Cynder hazily stood and flew to the door, unlocked it and groggily walked into the hallway; surprised to see Sparx had bolted. She walked down the hallway and into the main entryway.

There stood Cyril, and five young dragon's, all about her age. The one closest to her was dark grey, with a green underbelly and wings. His tail had a cluster of spikes on the end. The dragoness beside him, Cynder recognized immediately as Ember. What is she doing here? She thought, probably stalking Spyro…again.

The next dragoness she saw was a bright blue with a white underbelly. Her wings were a slightly darker blue than the rest of her body; next to her stood a rather muscular dragon. He was the tallest in the group and his scales were black, but much darker than Cynder's, and his underbelly was a light grey. He turned his head, and stared at her with his amber eyes. He blushed and quickly waved before turning away from her. Cynder chuckled, and waved back.

The next dragon was an almost exact replica of Spyro; the only difference was that his scales were red, instead of purple. The last dragon was a bright yellow-almost gold- and his underbelly and wings were orange.

"Ah, Cynder," Cyril said, "Come, meet your new classmates." Cynder slowly crept forward and sat next to the ice guardian.

"Children, this is Cynder," Cyril said to the others, "She will be one of your classmates."

The grey and green dragon stepped forward and said, "Hey, name's Tyrdran," then he motioned for the blue and white dragon to come forward. She shook her head and hid behind Tyrdran, "She's Crystal," Tyrdran continued pointing back to the cowering dragoness, "She's a little bit shy."

"Name's Flame," the red dragon said, "and this is my brother, Inferno." The yellow dragon waved and smiled weakly. Cynder turned to the black and grey dragon, "my name is Zarrion," He said proudly, Then Cynder got to Ember. The pink dragoness scowled and looked at Cynder in disdain.

"Hello, Cynder," she growled.

"Hi, Ember," Cynder snorted, "what a…surprise, to see you here."

"Likewise," Ember said still with rage in her eyes. Zarrion was taking double takes at each dragoness, and in an instant he knew what was coming.

"Everyone you may want to step-" Before Zarrion could even finish his warning Cynder and Ember lunged at each other. A sickening thud was heard when they collided. Cyril wasted no time to break them apart.

"Stop, both of you," Cyril yelled, "you don't have to like each other but I will not tolerate fighting, do I make myself clear?" Neither dragoness answered they just exchanged vengeful glances. "I said: do I make my self clear!" Cyril angrily yelled, much louder than before. Both dragonesses nodded timidly and backed up in shame.

"Now," Cyril continued, "Let's start the tour." Cyril began to walk down a hallway to his left, followed by the seven young dragons. Cynder was walking close to Cyril-and as far away from Ember as possible-. Tyrdran and Crystal were walking side-by-side. Tyrdran had his wing draped over Crystal and their tails were intertwined. Crystal rested her head on the grey dragon's shoulder and allowed him to lead her as she closed her eyes. Flame and Inferno were laughing and messing with each other, just like brothers do, and Zarrion was joining in on the fun. Ember rounded out the pack, and was giving Cynder the worst looks anyone ever thought possible.

The group walked around the entire facility, seeing where there classes would be, where the cafeteria is and most importantly, where they would be sleeping. Then Cyril turned around and scanned the crowd. He cocked his head, "Cynder, do you have any idea where Spyro is," Cyril whispered to Cynder, who nodded, "Could you fetch him for me?" Cynder nodded and turned into Spyro's room down the hall. The others walked closer and a few winced when they heard a dull thud from inside the room.

"Spyro," Cynder's muffled voice came from inside, "come on, get up" Cynder groaned and a larger thud was heard. Then Cynder's tail appeared in the doorway, she slowly began to walk out backwards. Then her head came into view. The group began to chuckle, for a purple tail was gripped in her mouth as she pulled. Then after a few minutes Spyro's entire body came into view. A large grin was on his face, but he was still asleep.

"I think he enjoyed that a bit too much," Flame said causing the entire room to chuckle-except for Ember (who glared at him with malice in her eyes), and Cynder who blushed and turned her head away from the crowd-.

Spyro's eyes were open and he was watching Cynder walk around silently, He made no sound nor did he move. Her tail lightly brushed up against his back unintentionally but it still almost caused Spyro to lose it. Why did that feel so good, I like her and all, but-

"You were faking" Cynder whisper-screamed at him, He stood up and finally noticed the other dragons. He had been so focused on Cynder that he was oblivious to the others in the room. He and the black dragoness then walked up next to Cyril-that is until Cynder tripped the purple dragon, causing him to fall flat on his face-. The entire room burst out laughing; Spyro quickly got up and glared at Cynder who was looking around innocently.

"This is Spyro," Cyril explained. Spyro waved half-heartedly, and he was greeted by everyone but Flame. Cyril let everyone choose their rooms and the pink dragoness moved toward Spyro

"Hey, cutie," Ember said enticingly-to all except Spyro-. Spyro yelped as Ember grazed her tail with his. Cynder meanwhile, was watching the two and growling menacingly, I swear, if she make one false move I will rip her head off.

"Ember, seriously I'm not interested."

"Maybe you just need a little…motivation."

"Eww, no" Spyro rejected while pushing Ember away, he tried to escape but yelped in pain when Ember gripped his tail in her mouth. At least Cynder was gentle with it, Spyro thought as he struggled to get away from the persistent pink dragoness. He finally broke free of Ember's grasp-even if it did cause her teeth to slice through his tail- and moved over to Flame, with his tail beginning to drip blood behind him.

"Nice," Cynder said sarcastically as she walked up to Ember.

"Shut up!"

"Flame, dude," Spyro said punching flames knuckles, "I'm glad you are here, I haven't seen you for a few years, man."

"Yeah," Flame said with a friendly smile, "Those days back with Sixpence were pretty intense."

"Huh," Spyro chuckled, "yeah, they were."

"You still play?" this comment was met with Spyro placing his paw over Flame's mouth, trying to shut him up.

"Dude, you gotta keep that need-to-know," Spyro whispered with his hand coming away from Flame's mouth, "nobody here even knows that I play an instrument…besides her." He pointed back to Cynder-and a surprising lack of a certain pink dragoness-who was eyeing them impatiently. Flame smiled widely, I've got an idea.

"She's cute," he said winking at Cynder, "I would totally jump at the chance…if she didn't use to be the 'the terror of the skies'"

Spyro responded by punching Flame in the chest- not hard, but it was enough to make Flame groan- "Stop staring!"

"Oh?" Flame said with an evil smile on his face, I've got him right where I want him "So she is yours."

"W-what? N-no," Spyro stammered out, but when Flame burst out laughing he knew he wasn't helping his case.

"I'm just kiddin', man" Flame said and gave Spyro a friendly punch to the shoulder, "Lighten up."

"Flame," Spyro started while taking a look around to make sure nobody was in earshot, "I'm getting the band back together, for good."

"That's awesome!"

"SSHHHHHHHH"

"Oh, right sorry, so let me guess, you need a guitarist."

"We can't do it without ya."

"I'm in. what about Sparx and Hunter?"

"I'm asking them in the morning," Spyro replied, "man I hope Hunter is still as good a drummer as he was back then."

"I heard he got better," Flame said, "I also heard that he got a double bass set last year."

"He never told me about that," Spyro said chuckling, "hey; can you still do that scream?"

"Yeah, why"

"I have a few songs in mind."

"Don't tell me yet," Flame said, "wait until we are sure that Sixpence is coming back."

"Fine," Spyro said with a shrug, "I guess I'll see ya tomorrow." The two dragons high-fived each other and gave a quick one-armed hug before turning back to their rooms. Spyro turned back to Ember and saw that there was a blood trail-other than his own- leading off in another direction. Cynder also had a few bloodstains on her claws.

"Uh…w-what happened?" was the only thing Spyro was able to get out.

"Let's just say, Ember probably won't be bothering you any time soon"

*Meanwhile a maimed Ember was walking around the temple*

"Stupid Cynder… (Mumble)…taking my Spyro… (Mumble)…going to get what's coming to her"

Spyro shrugged and walked past Cynder stopping just before his room to get one last look at her. He took a deep breath, and nearly lost control when Cynder's scent invaded his nostrils. He loved her but he couldn't tell if she felt the same about him.

"Spyro! Yo," Sparx was waving his hand in front of his brother's eyes, trying to get his attention. The dragonfly followed Spyro's gaze and cringed, "HEY! I'M TALKING TO YOU!"

"Huh, what?" Spyro snapped out of his trance, "oh, hey Sparx."

"Yeah, hi, now why were you gawking at the she-dragon-of-darkness?"

"What are you…talking…a-about?" Spyro stammered, but was snapped back into his trance when Cynder began walking back to her room. Her hindquarters and tail were swinging adjacent to each other and held most of Spyro's gaze.

"Okay, this is getting annoying," Sparx said. Then he slapped Spyro, thus knocking him out of his trance.

"Ow, what was that for?"

"You were doing it again."

"What?!"

"Checking out the evil she-dragon."

"Stop calling her that!" Spyro roared unknowingly attracting attention to himself.

"Whatever," Sparx said.

Spyro turned into his room and breathed a content sigh. Looks like life is finally starting to get better for me, he thought as he curled up on his comfortable bed and let the pitch blackness of sleep engulf him.

The next day Shadow was leading a large group of dragons to the temple. His pure black body was tense and every wing beat was strained. He had back-tracked several times and asked for directions twice, but he still couldn't find it and they had been flying in circles for over six hours, the sun was even going down far on the horizon. Why do they have to put this freakin' temple in the middle of freakin' nowhere? He thought angrily, trying to make it look like he knew what he was doing.

"Shadow," Crimson said to his big brother. Crimson is a very dark red, with bright red eyes and he is smaller than Shadow "do you have any idea where you are going?"

"Yeah Shadow," a dark green and purple dragon named Kriptonyte said, "I'm beginning to think that following you was the worst idea I ever had."

"Shut the hell up!!" Shadow yelled back, "and could you please tell Syren and Metyor to either get a room or quit making out." Kriptonyte relayed the message and Syren-who was a magenta and violet dragoness-, and Metyor- who was dark orange and black- broke their kiss reluctantly.

"Hey look!" cried Shogun, a red dragon with a white underbelly, and he pointed to the left. Shadow saw the temple, and raced towards it.

"'bout time." two dragonesses said unanimously. One was very dark maroon with a mahogany underbelly. The other was a cheerful fuchsia pink with a peach underbelly.

"Bro, who are they?" Crimson asked Shadow.

"The dark one is Twilight," Shadow said with a hint of annoyance, "and the other's name is Dawn. Apparently they're sisters."

"Okay," Crimson pointed to a dark grey and black dragon flying at the back of the group, "Who's he?"

"Couldn't tell ya," Shadow said, "never seen him before in my life." He looked back to the large temple and sighed, I can't believe we are required to attend this 'school', he thought, who needs brains when you've got brawn.

"Cynder," Spyro called down the hall, "our other classmates are here."

"Okay, I'll be right there" she called back. Spyro nodded, and inconspicuously left. He, Sparx, Hunter, and Flame had set up a makeshift stage on the west side of the temple. Spyro crept down the hallway and then moved into a full sprint when he turned into another hallway, then another, and then made a final right turn into a large room. Hunter was sitting behind his double bass drum set and Flame was tuning his pure white guitar with a gold headstock. Sparx was lounging while plucking his navy-blue bass. Spyro reached behind the stage and pulled out his bright red guitar. Unfortunately for Spyro, Flame had put an elaborate black dragon design on the front. Spyro glared at Flame and held up his guitar to show the design.

"Really?" Spyro said with disgust

Flame turned his head and laughed, "I guess you noticed my little surprise," Flame continued to tune his guitar, "and don't act like you don't love it. You already wrote a song about her-which we are singing by the way."

"I know," Spyro said, "it's awesome, but I am wondering what she will think."

"Forget about it," the red dragon advised, "when are we going to start?"

"We'll start in about ten minutes; we have to make sure everyone is within earshot. Oh and Sparx," Spyro called to his "brother", "how did you get the guardians out of the temple?"

"Let's just say," Sparx started but yawned, "I have my ways."

"Spyro," Cynder called out before the large group of dragons flew in the open door, "oh, hello you must be our new classmates."

"Yeah, name's Shadow," the pure black dragon stated and pointed to all of the others in order, "that is Crimson, Shogun, Kriptonyte, Metyor, Twilight, Dawn, Syren, and…"

"Trigger," the grey and black dragon stated.

"I'm Shock," replied a neon yellow dragon next to Trigger, his underbelly was dark blue, and his wings were of a lighter shade.

"I'm Cynder," the black and crimson dragoness stated sweetly, "Spyro is supposed to be here but I can't seam to find him."

"Man do I know how that feels," Syren said while giving a playful glare at Metyor, who gave her a look that said, what are you talking about?

Meanwhile the ones that had arrived the previous night were relaxing in the hall, waiting for their other classmates to arrive and just killing time in the silent boredom that surrounded the temple. Ember had seen Spyro and his friends building something, but paid no notice.

"Man i am so bored," She said aloud, she was met with agreements from the other dragons and dragonesses, "There has to something to do in this pitiful place."

"Okay let's start," Spyro exclaimed as he rose from his position on the stage, turned up the amps, strapped on his guitar, and walked over to his microphone at center stage. Flame and Sparx stood and held their instruments ready to play, while Hunter took his place behind his drums. Here we go, Spyro thought nervously.

"SHHHH" Cynder yelled at the group of dragons who had begun to converse loudly amongst themselves.

"Hey!" Shadow yelled back, "I can talk if I want to bi-"

"SHUT UP!!" Cynder listened again she heard more music, "Do you hear that?"

"Dawn," Twilight looked at her sister with a huge smile on her face, "Do you recognize that music?"

Dawn looked down in thought and then looked into her sisters eyes. Twilight nodded and they both jumped for joy, "SIXPENCE, EEEEEEEEEE!!!" They yelled and ran toward the music.

"Follow them," Shogun advised, "they seam to know where they are going." everyone ran after the two sisters and the music got louder. They turned a final corner and they saw Spyro, Sparx, Flame, and Hunter on a makeshift stage with instruments. Amps and speakers were vibrating violently as the song reached the main riff. The ones who had arrived before were already there.

"How ya doing tonight?" Spyro yelled into his microphone, causing a scream to erupt from the however small crowd, "this is…All Nightmare Long!!"

Flame: Luck. Runs. Out.
Crawl from the wreckage one more time
Horrific memory twists the mind
Dark, rugged, cold and hard to turn
Path of destruction, feel it burn
Still life
Incarnation
Still life
Infamy

Hallucination
Heresy
Still you run, what's to come?
What's today?

Spyro: 'Cause we hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long
Feel us breathe upon your face
Feel us shift, every move we trace
Hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long, yeah
Luck. Runs.

You crawl back in
But your luck runs out

1.2.

Luck. Runs. Out.

The light that is not light is here
To flush you out with your own fear
You hide, you hide, but will be found
Release your crypt without a sound

Still life
Immolation
Still life
Infamy

Hallucination
Heresy
Still you run, what's to come?
What's today?

Flame: 'Cause we hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long
Feel us breathe upon your face
Feel us shift, every move we trace
Hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long
Luck. Runs.

Spyro: You crawl back in
But your luck runs out

Spyro, Flame, and Sparx begin to head-bang, as the song moves into a bridge. Their strumming was so erratically fast that it was hard to tell if they were playing at all. Flame started the first solo, then Spyro played the second.

Then you crawl back in
Into your obsession
Never to return
This is your confession

Both: Hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long
Feel us breathe upon your face
Feel us shift, every move we trace
Hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long, yeah
Luck. Runs.

You crawl back in
But your luck runs out

Your luck runs out

Spyro and Flame face each other and begin the section that ends the song. They play one note and raise their hands in the air, before soon finishing the song.

Shadow, Crimson, and Tyrdran were standing outside and conversing about the song they just heard.

"I could do way better than that," Shadow said, "that was nothing compared to the solos I do on my guitar."

"Tell me about it," Crimson chimed in, "He calls that a double bass, I could do that with one foot."

"And the bassist hardly does anything," Tyrdran added, "I bet if we started a band with a few of the other guys here, we would blow them off the charts."

"I agree," Shadow said through a mischievous smile, "let's do it."

20 minutes later…

"You guys were great tonight," Spyro yelled, receiving more screams from the small crowd, "We have one more song for you, and I would like to dedicate this song to Cynder. I wrote this a few days ago and this is something I have wanted to get off my chest for some time now. So without further adieu… here is…Comatose"

Spyro: I hate feeling like this

I'm so tired, of trying to fight this

I'm asleep and all I dream of

Is waking to you

Tell me that you will listen

Your touch is what I'm missing

And the more I hide I realize

I'm slowly losing you

Comatose

I'll never wake up without an

Overdose

Of you

I don't wanna live, I don't wanna breath

'Less I feel you next to me

You take the pain I feel